untypical

fits
out palms lay together
untypical
fingers without paint
without glitz or glamour
but here you are.
eyes closed, i can count
every single one
dark lashes
against pale honey skin
slightly chapped lips
i want to trace mine
with yours.
roses i laid
between you chest
wither on the floor
forgotten in haste
of needing to make
another memory.
us
with a word on our tongue
too fragile to speak
too important to neglect.
let it wash over us
as the storm rages
beyond the window pane.

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